Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Nico,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.